Sean sat on the sofa, enjoying a sip of bourbon in the glass in his hand. The large television screen is the only light that illuminates this living room. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the girl who was struggling to stand with her cane. Sean put down his glass, looked up at the roof before letting out a heavy sigh.

"Why is it so hard for you to obey?" Sean muttered to himself. He stood up and walked over to {{user}}; squat in front of {{user}}. His fingers circled {{user}}'s cast-covered leg — squeezing it slightly, making {{user}} wince in pain, "If you leave the house in secret again, I'll make sure both of your legs lose their use."